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Finger Pointing

January 5, 2015

I’m not a member of PETA. In fact, I don’t care for them at all. Neither do I like to point fingers at people simply living their lives… but this is wrong… and I’m not alone in thinking so.

It all started innocently enough, with a parable about overcoming obstacles? I think.


Cue shitstorm.

Of course now palin has come out decrying the ‘haters’ instead of admitting it was wrong. So, I have a couple of questions:

1. Why do you allow such behavior? (Yes, I know the boy is special needs. Even so, he can be taught respect for his companion.)

2. Why, instead of some gentle correction, were you snapping pictures?

3. A few years down the road when this dog has spinal issues because you were too bloody lazy to teach the boy manners, will you spend on surgery or just take it out in the Alaskan woods and shoot it?

I’m betting on the latter.

Don’t even say it’s because her family hunts and lives in the wilderness. That must lead to desensitization in regards to animals, right? Well, my family hunted and fished but we were still taught respect of the domestic animals; the dogs, cats… hell, even the rabbits and we ate those. The game even had to be killed in one go because we didn’t want it struggling along, dying slowly.

It’s not about that.

Honestly, I don’t know why someone would not only accept but celebrate this behavior on Facebook! Am I over-reacting? I don’t think so.

Current Events

“Scared White Guys”

December 8, 2014

Forget that gun production and sales have been at record levels since an anti-gun democrat was elected president.

The moronic Mark Morford for the SFGate explains why gun sales were so high on Black Friday:

You’re a scared white person, almost certainly male. You do not live in a major city, or near a university or intellectual hub of any note, nor have you ever traveled very far from your home town, much less out of state or anywhere further than, say, Mexico. Once. And that was enough.

You do not read complicated books. You do not like new or weird things. You watch lots of TV, mostly Fox News, which rejoices in showing you endless images of angry foreigners and minorities in pain: tear gas explosions, fights in the streets, looting, this time involving sad, small-town black people in Ferguson, all of them protesting the acquittal of that murderous white cop.

“But it’s not only Missouri!” squeal a number of crudely pink-faced blondes on Fox News. “Angry black people – and white liberals too! – are protesting everywhere, from Oakland to Chicago to New York, perhaps even somewhere within, say, 200 miles of where you live!” Too close for comfort, that’s for sure.

While some part of you heard that the vast majority of protests were, of course, peaceful, and the injustice was, of course, heinous, that’s not what you see. You see only the nervous (and white, and male, like you) Missouri governor, Jay Nixon, do something really weird: declare a state of emergency – not because of a hurricane, or a flood. But because of… an imminent jury verdict.

Whoa! Even the possibility of black people protesting a brutal injustice is, you quickly surmise, worse than a deadly act of God. Who needs a tornado? Underserved minorities are despondent! Better get the tanks ready.

And so you think, “Well, now I have two reasons to buy a new gun: scary black people protesting within 200 miles of my home, and a dangerously out-of-control police force who might someday storm my house and confiscate my illegal taxidermy collection.” Ah, the perfect collusion.

Wait, make that three reasons: Toss in a Black Friday mega-sale at the local Gun Barn (30% off the AR-15, AKA “America’s gun,” the same semi-automatic rifle used in lots of massacres, and that killed a couple kids in Oregon just last year) and it’s off to the exhausted feds with your application.

White male redneck, never leaves his house, let alone his town? This idiot is as uniformed as he thinks gun owners are!
And he thinks guns kill. Not people.

Oh, he gets worse:

The matrix is simple enough: The more scared you are, the more isolated, the less educated and the less traveled and the less exposed to unfamiliar ideas, to different modes of life, to the Other, to the staggering and effervescent variety of human existence, the more you will see a gun as an obvious and necessary choice.

But here’s the surreal catch: it’s not for protection, per se. It’s not about the childish fantasy of how the gun defends against the rapist, or the drug dealer, or the Russian mafia kingpin who kidnapped your daughter for the second time, and this time it’s personal.

The gun is uncomplicated, primitive defense against something far more terrifying and murky: everything you do not know. Guns provide an illusion of security, a violent, make-believe defense against a world that’s too complex, with injustices too prodigious, rage too tempting and calm, peaceful acts of love far too difficult to locate. They make you feel, in short, like you might have a chance.

The white male is now scared, isolate, uneducated, untraveled and childish.

And then, his conclusion:

But as the Ferguson/Michael Brown tragedy proved (for the 10,000th time), despite all that savage promise, the gun fails. Like it always has. Like it always will. Every. Single. Time.

Au contraire, mon frère. There are on and offline publications dedicated to distilling data such as who used what gun to defend either their life or the lives of their friends and family. All this means is that the next time a home invasion occurs and Dad shoots the bad guy in the gut with his shotgun and Mom plinks the second baddie in the knee with her .22, thus saving home and children from theft and harm, respectively… you’ll see some liberal asshole like Mark on tv explaining how the thieves’ rights were violated and he’s calling Al Sharpton to town… because defending yourself has become a crime.

Especially if you’re white.

I used the Weatherby Pa-08 image because I want one. Oh, damn; should have bought it on Black Friday!!!!


Cheeky Kestrel

December 6, 2014

This is my first kestrel sighting! He showed up one dark, rainy morning and today he came round again to walk up and down the street, taunting us with his beauty. Isn’t he wonderful?


This was the dark, rainy morning of course. Love his fluffy, dotted breast.


The neighbor’s hibiscus continues to flourish.


And Bree. Always Bree. With the requisite old lady skin tag.


Okay, story time.

My back is giving me fits, so this morning I asked Bree to bring me a sock that happened to be lying about two feet away from where I was trying to put my shoes on and don’t we all love a run-on sentence?

So I asked “Bree, would you take the sock and give it to me?” Take and give being the operative words. So she rises from her bed, walks over and picks the sock up… which is when Badger, hairy warrior princess, went after her like a coked up monkey promised a golden banana.

So Bree turned and dropped the sock. Bree tried three more times, til the sock was across the room and we both gave up.

Badger will not tolerate any interactions with dogs except her. I cannot play with Bree unless the Badger is put outside.

Now… she knows she doesn’t own me. She is not possessive like that… except in this instance. I’ve tried having Mike play with her while I play with Bree and vice versa… no dice. She just doesn’t want the others to interact with us, period. I’ve tried admonishing her, ignoring bad behavior and treating for good… and I’m out of ideas. Anyone who stumbles across this, help?!

Canine, Flora and Fauna


November 23, 2014

I first noticed the wind because it looked like someone was trying to look up Daisy’s skirt…


Little pink flowers!

Family, Flora and Fauna, Garden, Potpourri

Going Over

October 25, 2014

One of our impossibly tall palms has endured an injury to its trunk and the top portion has tipped over… soon to be falling to the ground, I’m sure. Those suckers had finally gotten to a good height; one that shaded the back in the hot afternoons… and of course lightning had to hit it… or some blight took it. Or bugs. The insects are out of control around here; nearly every plant has something eating it… I’ve tried to be a good environmental steward, spreading no herbicides or pesticides… but the gloves are coming off and soon.

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Bleeding Moon

October 10, 2014

I didn’t get a shot at the Blood Moon a couple of days ago because of cloud cover. First it was cloudy, then party cloudy, after that cloudy with a chance of meatballs. The dang thing was always obscured.

This morning… well, here ’tis. Not quite a blood moon, but it still has that distinctive coppery color…


Canine, Current Events


September 24, 2014

I renewed my hosting account yesterday, despite last year’s proclamation of doom. “Why?” I kept asking myself. I said why? as the link went to paypal and why? as I hit the button to pay and why? as I completed the transaction and returned to my billing account. Why?

Good question and there’s no real answer… unless maybe I just want to be able to post dog pictures.


Corgi butt alert!


I submitted a photo of Badger’s butt for the Corgi Butt Calendar (which is now available here) but she didn’t make the cut. Guess there are just too many good butts out there…

For anyone still dropping by… YsD and her significant other finally obtained unsupervised visitation of the children and are hoping for unification by Christmas. I’m happy for them.

Canine, Flora and Fauna


September 3, 2014

Leaf remains. Who says I don’t have dead leaves for the Fall? Just thought it was cool…


Looks like it was dipped in gold when the sun hits it…


From the Florida Room, a.k.a. ‘Office': Bree strutting around wearing her bandanna and carrying a chewy. Used to take nothing but wonderful pictures of her but these days they all look like crap.


She’s a hoot. After I put the bandanna on -which she loves and was so damned happy about- I said “go show Daddy” and she ran right in to show him. Sometimes I think dogs are very smart and sometimes I think they’re dumber than chickens… but when it comes to human interaction, Breagha is a genius.

Canine, Family, Flora and Fauna, Potpourri, Stuff

The Long Hot Summer

August 31, 2014

[tooltip text=”Remember this movie?”]If you don’t hear from me in a week, I’ll be at the Nacional Hotel in Mexico City, room 703.[/tooltip]

I have to reload my hard drive. Fun and games, eh? Anything for a break from the Long Hot Summer. I’m almost ready to believe in glowball worming!

I love that this happens…


You can keep Patrick Stewart. Shatner’s the man. He’s 83, still working like a dog and loving it.

William Shatner is not just an actor — he’s working on a reality TV series, taking his one-man show back on tour in December and is busy promoting a Star Trek documentary he produced.

So how does the 83-year-old relax?

“Up until three weeks ago, horses,” Shatner said in a phone interview earlier this month from Los Angeles, referencing an accident that left him temporarily wheelchair-bound. Source

Of course this is spot on.


Actually, corgis are potent anti-depression medicine in small explosive packages. I find it impossible to really fall down that hole with Badger around; she clowns with her toys or just thumps over onto her back with a goofy expression and I laugh my butt off. Everyone should have one. Well, only nice people.

An invasive vine has surfaced, but it has such pretty yellow flowers I let it alone.


If you have 5 or 10 bucks lying around, please consider Jackson’s case.

See you later… and if you’re one of the lucky people already experiencing Autumn conditions… urgh.

If you’re like me, and never get to bundle up and drink hot chocolate… tramp around on crisp leaves… feel the bite of frosty air from a north wind… this is for you.